We all have work to do, Nelson. It's called the division of labor. Your job is to pick up these toys. What's your job, gramma? My job? Most of the cooking and cleaning. What's grampa's? Grampa's job is pretending to know stuff. Eh?

Look at my feet! They're all swollen! That's because you've been standing on them all day. Stand up for a minute, Earl. Why? I want to check on something… Like what? I'm just wondering,if standing up all day causes swollen feet… …then what does sitting down all day cause?

I don't like you walking around in public in a wrinkled shirt, Earl. It reflects badly on me. People will think I'm a lousy wife for letting my husband walk around in a wrinkled shirt. I doubt it. They're probably more amused by my sock static-clinging to your backside.